Recollection

The play for years of speed
Killers, romantic dreams
Oh misanthrophy

The play memories
Killers, romantic dreams
Oh the misanthrophe

Deep down the shame
Knowing day will only lie
Fabricated lullaby

But now it seems that all the shame
And secrecy was (...) waste
Let (...)
(...) just a premonition
That those lies are the truth

Deep down the shame
Knowing day will only lie